Spirit of the water
Light in the darkness
Our graceful royals
Where have you gone?
Your electricity led the way
Now we are led astray
Kings of the oyster river
Like ribbons in the wind
You swam by the thousands
Headed south each year
To exchange your lives
For new and benevolent eyes
A century has passed
Still we are eager every year
To see those glass cherubs
Slip against the current
Jovial embrace, meeting once
again, wrapped in their lace
A century of hope
Holding our breath
But there is no release
Weird are the weirs
Through which you traveled
Portals as forbidden as the apple
Our community is lost and withered
Our home, mired with the litter
Of our new gods
Tell me, did you find paradise?
If I send this message in a bottle
Will it find that palace of hydrocotyle?
Spirit of the water
Sun that brought each dawn
Our graceful royals
Where have you gone?
Your light is what led the way
So in the dark we must stay
Brian Graves
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